Musica de Al Scott del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Al Scott tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1]
By the margin of the ocean
One pleasant evening in the month of June
The charming singing blackbird
His cheerful notes did sweetly tune
It was there I spied a woman
All overpowered by grief and woe
Conversing with young Bonaparte
Concerning the bonny bunch of roses-o
[Verse 2]
Then up spoke young Napoleon
As he took hold of his mother's hand
Saying, "Mother dear, be patient
For soon it's I will take command
I will raise a terrible army
And through tremendous dangers go
And in spite of all the universe
I'll conquer the bonny bunch of roses-o"
[Verse 3]
When first you saw great Bonaparte
You fell down on your bended knee
You begged your father's life of him
And he granted it right manfully
And then he took an army
And o'er the frozen Alps did go
He said, "I'll conquer Moscow
And come back for the bonny bunch of roses-o"
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 4]
He took five hundred thousand men
And kings likewise to join his throng
He was so well provided for
Enough to sweep the world along
But when he came to Moscow
He was overpowered by driving snow
And Moscow was a-blazing
And he lost the bonny bunch of roses-o
[Verse 5]
So son, don't speak so venturesome
For England she has a heart of oak
And England, Ireland, Scotland
Their unity has ne'er been broke
And now think on your father
In St. Helena his body lies low
And you may follow after
So beware of the bonny bunch of roses-o